Oh, would that I were among the employed
No longer to brood sullen points of view,
By new-found independence to be cloyed
And all that were about me dawning new!
I would at once forsake these darkened halls
Where empty hours’ idleness did play,
Soon to frequent those longed-for shopping malls
Without the shame of loathsome lay-away!
Alas, my dream is still a song unsung!
For European debt hath dampened growth,
And Congress with divisiveness is hung,
So neither Party can fulfill its troth.
And thus I sit and contemplate the worst,
While Wall Street chases bubbles it can burst!